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Subject: {ASSM} Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 22 (Mg, gg, ped, mast, tg, forced-exhib, reluc, the cycle of abuse) by Rufus Fugit
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   Babysitting Lilah: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 22 (Mg, gg, ped, mast,
tg, forced-exhib, reluc, the cycle of abuse) by Rufus Fugit

   The first thing that woke me was Lilah stepping over us.  Renee and I
had unzipped one sleeping bag, taken a couple of throw pillows off the
couch, and gone to sleep on the living room carpet.  We were naked, spooned
together.  Renee was curled up with her feet resting against my knees.  Her
bare back was warm against my chest.  My nose was buried in her hair,
fragrant with shampoo.  My left arm was underneath her pillow.  My right
was draped over her hip, and my hand loosely wrapped around her strap-on,
which she had declined to take off before lying down to sleep.  In turn her
hands were down between her thighs, fingers laced around my limp and tired
penis.  I inhaled deeply and brushed my lips against Renee's neck, then
stroked my hand up across her belly to one tiny breast.  I cupped the fat
nipple in my palm and hugged the ten-year-old against me.  She stirred and
mumbled something unintelligible but didn't wake.

   I rolled onto my back, sighing at the feeling of Renee's fingers
trailing over my penis as it slipped from her loose grasp, and looked to my
right.  Karen was naked too.  Her pale, lithe body was sprawled on the
short couch, mouth open, snoring softly.  Her head hung half off the
cushion.  One heel rested on the upholstered arm, the other on the floor.
The palm of her right hand curled down over her prominent mound.  Her
second and third fingers were nudged between her gaping inner labia.  She
looked like she'd fallen asleep masturbating, though it was more likely she
was just touching herself randomly in her sleep.  A towel was rucked up
under her skinny ass, stiff and crusty with the semen and cunt juice that
had oozed from her well-fucked cunny overnight.  Good girl, I thought, for
thinking to protect the Daubersteins' furniture.

   I was brought fully awake by a crash and a scared yelp from the kitchen.
I slid out from under the sleeping bag, got to my feet hurriedly and poked
my head around the corner.  Lilah was standing between the counter and the
table, staring in dismay at the spreading puddle of orange juice lapping at
her little toes and the shards of glass dotting it.  She, at least, had
dressed for bed after Karen had washed her clean of the semen and sex
juices that had dried all over the seven-year-old's body and clotted in her
hair.  She was wearing thin jersey pajamas with faded red and white stripes
on a slight diagonal, making her look a bit like a blond, bespectacled
candy cane.  The top was a short-sleeved pullover with a Peter Pan collar,
and the bottoms had elastic at the waist and ankles.  They were probably
last year's - they were a bit short in the leg and a bit tight in the
crotch and the top left a generous band of bare belly.

   "Stop!" I said in my serious grownup voice and Lilah froze with one foot
lifted.  "Put your foot EXACTLY WHERE IT WAS and don't move!  You'll cut
yourself." She clenched her fists anxiously but obeyed.  I left her there
long enough to stuff my feet into my shoes, then returned to the kitchen. I
laid paper towels around her bare feet to soak up the liquid, then found
the broom and dustpan to sweep up the mess.  After making a pass over the
entire kitchen to gather all the glass fragments, I wet some more paper
towels in the sink to give the floor a quick damp mop.  Only then did I let
Lilah move to sit down at the table.  I turned to her with a fresh glass of
orange juice in hand to see her staring owl-eyed at me.  I realized that I
was the first adult she had seen completely naked.  I stepped to the table
and she shied away.  My penis swung close to her lips as she looked up past
my hairy belly and chest to my face.  She was clearly intimidated and while
I was titillated by her discomfort I didn't want to freak her out too
badly.

   I left her in the kitchen long enough to pull on a pair of sweatpants. I
looked in the fridge.  There was an untouched loaf of challah, eggs, and
milk.  I squinted at the spice rack over the stove - cinnamon and nutmeg,
check.  "Do you want French toast for breakfast?" I asked.  The
second-grader nodded eagerly, breaking into a gap-toothed smile.  "Go wake
the girls up," I instructed her as I started rooting through the cupboards
for what I needed.  "Tell them to put shoes on.  You, too, in case I missed
any glass."

   Lilah scampered to obey which, from what I heard as I set about cooking,
involved jumping on each girl until they threw her off, then switching back
and forth until she had sufficiently annoyed both of them.

   I was just removing the first batch of golden French toast from the
skillet as the girls trooped into the kitchen.  Renee looked grumpy and
rumpled but alert as she finger-combed her hair into some semblance of
order.  The wide sleeves of her bathrobe bared her raised arms.  The robe
was kimono-styled: thin fabric in a satiny periwinkle with cherry blossoms
printed along one side.  It was actually Jenny's but Renee had appropriated
it.  With her occasional interest in girl clothes, dresses and frills over
tshirts and jeans, had come a disdain for her plain terrycloth robe.  I
guessed this one covered Jenny barely enough to be decent but the hem
draped Renee to mid-calf.  The tie was snug around her midsection but there
was a slight bulge in the fabric just northeast of her bellybutton.

   Karen plopped down in a chair and propped her chin in one hand, staring
at nothing.  Except for her shower flip-flops she hadn't put on any
clothing.  Probably she would have preferred to dress but she knew better
when she was staying with me.  Ever since I had begun the campaign to
convince Karen that she was destined to be a prostitute I had insisted she
be naked around me whenever possible.  The repeated trauma of being forced
to expose herself to me, to her sister, to strangers had broken her will.
She still had her modesty, still quailed inwardly each time greedy eyes
devoured her bare body, but under duress she accepted that her body was
public property and she had no right to hide it.  And if that shamed her it
also aroused her and the two contradictory emotions perversely fed on each
other.  Even now one hand was in her lap, absently stroking her puffy,
reddened vulva.

   Renee bustled around the kitchen, setting the table without being asked
- silverware, napkins, butter, syrup.  I had to point out to her the red
and blue labels on the drawers and cupboards and make sure she used only
the dairy items.  She poured milk for her big sister, and - after getting
my permission - for herself a cup of coffee with cream.  Actually it was
milk with a little coffee, but she had started asking for it as a treat
with weekend breakfasts.

   I put plates down in front of the older girls, but hesitated before
setting down Lilah's.  I said in mock-surprise, "But why are you wearing
pajamas?"

   Lilah looked confused.  "I wear pajamas to bed."

   Her eyes widened and confusion turned to anxiety when I replied, "Yes,
but you're not in bed now.  You're a whore now, and whores go naked." I
suspected that last night's events already seemed almost like a dream to
her.  It had been totally outside of anything the seven-year-old had
previously experienced or even imagined.  Sure, Karen had apparently been
gently molesting her for some time, but almost as soon as I arrived
yesterday the little girl had found herself naked with my penis in her
hand. Shortly after that she'd been dragged outside, still undressed, been
guided to fistfuck her beloved babysitter to a frighteningly intense
orgasm, and then found herself confronted with not one, but five more adult
cocks.  She'd had all of them in her mouth by the end of the evening.  By
the time we escorted the naked child back to the house it was hours past
her normal bedtime, her hair and skin were covered with drying semen, and
she had been exhausted physically and emotionally.

   My words shocked the little girl back to reality and the realization
that it wasn't a dream, and it wasn't over.  Lilah was unresisting, raising
her arms numbly as I lifted her pj top up and over her head.  Her skinny
chest and bony shoulderblades looked so fragile as I loomed over her.  Her
nips stiffened and she shivered despite the warmth of the cozy kitchen. 
Her eyes locked on the growing bulge in my sweatpants, and her chin started
to quiver.  But then Karen was there.  She turned Lilah's chair away from
me and knelt, leaning in to peck her on the lips.  She held Lilah's face in
her hands, brushing pale blond hair away from her fearful eyes.  Those eyes
widened as Karen pressed their mouths together.  Karen's tongue darted out
and nudged between Lilah's lips, then she moaned softly into the little
girl's mouth.  Lilah accepted the kiss passively, and when Karen took her
hands and placed them on the older girl's breasts she let them rest there
as Karen's cherry-sized nipples swelled against her palms.  She closed her
eyes but made no further protest as Karen grasped the elastic waist of her
pj bottoms and wiggled them down and off her skinny ass.  The sandals she'd
put on at my instruction hit the floor, leaving the seven-year-old naked
and squirming in embarrassment in her chair.

   "That's better.  Thank you, Karen," I tossed Lilah's pjs into the living
room and finished serving the food.  Lilah fidgeted as she ate.  Her gaze
darted between me and Karen.  She blushed when she saw me looking at her
body with frank hunger and scooted to the very far edge of her chair.  She
watched Karen uncertainly as the older girl affected not to notice her own
nudity, casually dabbing a napkin on a drip of syrup that ran down one
perky titty.  Lilah jumped when Karen placed her hand in the little girl's
lap, covering her bald prominent mound and probing her slit with a finger.
Her thin arms and legs moved uncertainly as if she couldn't decide whether
to curl up or offer herself to the older girl.  Karen decided it for her.
As Lilah teetered on the edge of her chair, Karen grabbed her and dragged
her into her own lap.  The familiar position - however novel the nudity -
seemed to calm Lilah down and before long she was contentedly eating her
breakfast.  She seemingly took no notice of her babysitter fondling her
bare body except for starting and kicking her legs when fingers rubbed at
her little pink slit.

   The children's lewd display took away my appetite, or rather, replaced
it with a different one.  My cock pulsed and grew in my sweatpants as Karen
leaned over to nibble Lilah's ear.  She lipped the delicate pale skin, then
licked the lobe, then planted little kisses all over Lilah's blushing
cheek. One hand stroked languidly up and down her side, across her chest
and back, pausing to gently pinch and wiggle each pale, flat nipple.  Lilah
giggled and her tight little abdominal muscles tensed as Karen's fingers
trailed gently across them.  She gasped softly as Karen's other hand which
had been stroking up and down her legs and thighs found her center.  Karen
gradually concentrated her attention on Lilah's undeveloped sex until she
was pushing the smooth, puffy labia apart with one hand while the fingers
of the other teased at the tiny nub between until it flushed, grew, and
poked out from under its hood.  Lilah wriggled and her feet twitched as
Karen rubbed down the length of her slit, not pushing in, but gently
parting her vulva to expose the shiny pink of her moist inner labia pressed
tightly together.

   My breakfast congealed on my plate as my eyes devoured the sight of
Karen molesting her seven-year-old charge.  I was squeezing my now
fully-erect cock through my sweatpants but the stimulation wasn't enough.
Forgetting all propriety I pushed them down my thighs and started jacking
myself under the table.  My skin prickled and I felt like I was having
trouble getting enough air.  How often do you get your own private preteen
sex show with your morning coffee?  Not too often, which was probably for
the best or my heart might've given out.

   Which it almost did when I felt another set of fingers slide across my
thigh and pull my stiff rod in a direction it wasn't strictly designed to
point in.  My diaphragm lurched and a bite of half-chewed French toast flew
out of my mouth on to the table.  Renee guffawed and I looked over to see
her eyes dancing with mischief.  "Perv," she whispered to me as her arm
worked and her hand squeezed my cock, squeezed and twisted.  Her palm
cupped my glans and I gasped as her skin slid against mine, spreading the
slippery precum all around.  Then she made a ring of her thumb and
forefinger and pushed down the length of the shaft all the way to the root.


   Now it was my turn to squirm in my chair as the ten-year-old's firm grip
and deliberate stroke had me quickly climbing to a peak.  The pressure
built behind Renee's grip.  Karen could see what her little sister was
doing and our eyes met briefly before mine swam out of focus.  Renee felt
me tense up and with the experience of having masturbated and fellated
adult men since she was nine she knew what that meant.  She started pumping
her arm as fast as she could while angling my tool towards the horizontal.
"I'm gonna..." I grated out and then my whole body stiffened and jerked. 
Semen flew under the table and splashed onto Lilah's bare feet and legs. 
She jumped and squealed in surprise.  Two more hot, gooey shots painted her
mound and across Karen's thighs before the diminishing pressure dribbled
the rest onto the tile and across Renee's fingers.  As I collapsed,
panting, back into my chair she brought her hand above the table.  She
shook it gently causing most of the fresh jizz to plop onto the puddle of
syrup on her empty plate, before fastidiously licking up the remaining
strands webbing her knuckles.  When her fingers were clean she turned to
look at me, her hazel eyes dancing.  "Perv," she repeated.

   "Fuck," I said under my breath as I watched the fourth-grader
nonchalantly eating my semen.  I swallowed.  "I was saving that for your
cute little ass.  You know, the one behind the big cock that you were
shoving into your friend's mouth last night.  Now who's the perv, perv?" I
reached out and dragged Renee into my lap and tickled her ribs.  She
squirmed and I smothered her laughter in kisses, bending down to press our
lips together and shove my tongue into her mouth.  Her robe fell open.  The
child looked so beautiful with her hair mussed, cheeks flushed , one tiny
breast exposed and the tip of her fake penis poking out over the belt tie.
I grabbed the latex, warm from contact with her skin, and worked it around
in little circles to press on her clitty behind it.

   "Oh, yeah," Renee whispered playfully into my mouth.  "Jerk my cock,
jerk my big penis.  Make me orgasm.  I'll squirt all over you." The
combination of her high, childish voice mouthing such obscenities, and the
warmth of her soft preteen ass in my lap was unbelievably sexy.  Even
though I had just cum moments ago I felt the first stirrings of fresh
arousal.  My free arm tightened around her back.

   "Nooooo, it's gross!" We were interrupted by Lilah's whine.  I looked up
to see her resisting Karen's attempts to massage my ejaculation into the
little girl's skin.  She hopped out of Karen's lap and looked down at
herself in dismay, grimacing as she poked her fingers at the goo coating
her mound and clogging her slit.

   Karen's voice was unsympathetic.  "You had it all over you last night
and you liked it then." She stood and put her hands on Lilah's narrow
shoulders.  "If you're a whore you're going to have it all over you all the
time.  You said you wanted to be a whore like me.  Are you chickening out
now?  Are you going to be a baby?" Lilah wilted under Karen's aggressive
tone.  I figured that last night had been so completely new and unexpected
that she'd simply taken her cues from the person she most looked up to. 
Karen had been naked and having fun so Lilah accepted nudity as normal and
assumed she should be having fun too.  But now she was in her own kitchen,
in the house where she had spent her entire life, surrounded by everything
that made her comfortable and secure.  With that buffer, her childish mind
sensed that there was something deeply wrong.

   Karen ignored my warning glance and deployed, whether she realized it or
not, the ultimate weapon.  "Do you think your mommy would want you to be a
chicken little baby?"

   Lilah burst into tears.  "Mommy!" she wailed.  It hadn't even been four
months since the funeral.  That's a long time for such a young child and
she was working through her grief as well as could be expected, but Karen's
cruel thrust brought it all crashing in on her.  Her mommy was gone.  She
got sick, and the doctors couldn't make her better, and she hurt worse and
worse and worse until she just couldn't stay any more.  She went to live
with God.  She was gone, and she couldn't ever come back.

   Karen knelt and gathered Lilah to her.  The naked child buried her face
against Karen's neck and sobbed.  The older girl hugged her, stroked her
back, murmured comforting nonsense in her ears.  As the child gradually
calmed I realized that, wittingly or no, Karen was doing the same thing to
Lilah as I had done to her to break down her resistance: emotionally
whipsawing her, knocking away whatever support system she had and then
making herself the sole source of comfort for the very trauma she, herself,
inflicted.  She was probably acting on instinct; I didn't think she had
that level of insight into what had been done to her - what _I_ had done to
her - that changed her from a shy, pious, obedient eleven-year-old to a
wanton child prostitute with a five-figure bank account earned with her
cunt.  And now to a molester in her own right, corrupting an even younger
child.

   Karen cupped Lilah's face in her hands and kissed away her tears, then
held the child against her bare breasts.  "I think you're a whore, Lilah,"
she said soothingly.  "I think you can be a really great whore, and have
lots and lots of fun sex, and we can do it together all the time.  You'd
like that, wouldn't you?" Lilah gasped and nodded jerkily as Karen reached
down from behind and gently massaged the child's perineum.  "But we have to
make sure.  We need to take you to the doctor."

   "The doctor?" Lilah said in alarm.

   "Yes," Karen grinned.  "I'm Doctor Karen, and this is Doctor Uncle, and
this is our assistant, Nurse Renee.  We're the number one whore doctors,
and we examine little girls like you who want to be whores.  Please step
into our office." She led Lilah into the living room.  Renee looked at me.
I shrugged, pulled up my sweatpants, and we followed.
   To be continued...

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